Jackie
Took
one last look in the mirror
And
was pleased with the results.
Hair
Big
Lips
Glossy
Dress
Holding
all the wrong bits in
Showing
all the right bits off.
Decided
to forego wearing a coat
So
Jimmy would get the full impact
Upon
first sight.
She
waited
At
the bus stop
Sat
down
changing
her comfy pumps
For
killer heels.
Looking
fierce
As
Tyra would say.
She
made out his silhouette
In
the oncoming bus.
Butterflies
She
didn’t know why
They’d
been together a year
But
two weeks had
seemed
a lifetime.
Jimmy
Alighted
the bus
Bronzed
and buff
Though
scruffier than she’d hoped
But
still her Jimmy
Smiling
his smile
A
beautiful boy.
They
kissed
A
long kiss
though
it wasn’t too fresh.
On
the breath
A
hint
of
beef
Or
something
“What
have you been eating?”
She
asked
With
a smile that was fake
“some
crisps”
He
might have waited
Though
still
It was
great
to
have him home.
They
walked into town
Conversation
quite stilted
She
made light of his scruffy jeans
He
reasoned he’d had no time
to
unpack.
She
explained
she
was only joking
He
didn’t reply.
She
smiled
Like
they were happy.
She
sat
Overdressed
In
the pub
With
his mates.
She’d
hoped for a bar
Just
the two of them.
He
shouted abuse
At
a screen
showing
football.
He laughed
A
laugh
She
didn’t recognise
as
his own
Coarser
And
lacking the warmth she was used to.
Her
hand on his knee
“So
how was the holiday?”
He
answered abruptly
and
kissed her to hush
then
sent her with money
for
drinks.
Jackie
Wondered
Why
Jimmy was being
such
a dick.
Perhaps
She
reasoned
She’d
just misjudged
The
nature of the night.
Stood
Alone
At
the bar
She
felt
A
cheeky squeeze
on
her bum cheek.
Turning
round to cuddle and flirt
With
her apologetic Jimmy
She
witnessed anything but.
A
gropey sleaze
In
office wear
Loosened
tie and sweating.
“Alright
love, on your own?”
“Fuck
off, prick.”
“Alright,
calm down, yer fat slag.”
The
creases on his face
Matched
by those of his shirt
The
grinning lech
Slithered
Back
to his cave.
Jackie
Upset
and body-conscious
Tottered
back to Jimmy
“that
man really upset me”
Jimmy
cursed
at
the football.
“Jimmy,
he called me a slag”
“Ignore
him babe, he’s an arsehole”
Jackie
and Jimmy
Stood
at the bus stop
With
every one of his mates.
Jimmy
laughed
His
blokey new laugh
As
Jackie smiled
To
seem part of it.
The
bus arrived
The
mates piled on
Jimmy
Held
back
For
a kiss
Then
joined them
Happily
leaving Jackie
Alone
At
the bus stop.
She
sat
Removed
her heels
For
pumps
And
headed back for home
Unsure
As
to what had happened
To
Jimmy
Her
Jimmy
That
went on holiday
And
hadn’t come back.
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